Awhile ago I caught an episode of Dr. Oz (a rare occurrence, as I’m not a fan) where I was informed of a new body-labeling term called the “thut.” According to Dr. Oz, a thut occurs when a person has no real definition between the bottom of her butt and the top of her thigh. I’m not even going to discuss the definition of this thut phenomenon further because the entire thing infuriates me.
When are we going to stop this madness?!
If it isn’t one thing it’s the other–bat wings, muffin top, saddle bags, belly pooch, thunder thighs, back fat, crows feet. I’ve had it up to my “diminuative chin” with the body shaming!
We’ve created a culture in which we tear our bodies apart, piece by piece. While there’s nothing wrong with trying to be healthy, shaming our bodies for imperfections is both unhealthy and joy-stealing.
Perhaps, instead of focusing on supposed flaws (and perpetuating body hate), we could start looking at our bodies as one amazing structure. Look at all this body has carried you through–the injuries and illnesses and times of emotional stress (both positive and negative), the misuse, abuse and times of neglect.
Perhaps, rather than picking out our bodies’ perceived shortcomings, we should be thanking them.
I’m going to go ahead and assume that insecurity is a problem nearly everyone struggles with at some point or another. I know I have dealt with this issue for a large part of my life, and though, at the ripe old age of 31, I can say this is becoming less of an everyday battle, I still have my moments.
As human beings we have a tendency to be constantly comparing ourselves to those around us. And, the fact of the matter is, there’s always going to be someone who is better looking, more talented, more intelligent, what have you. But! At the risk of sounding ridiculously cliche and corny, one other reality is that there is only one you– one you with your unique blend of appearance and personality and skills and flaws. And that, oh people of the internet, is damn beautiful.
Every time I write a post or share a piece of music I’ve written, I experience an intense feeling of anxiety because oh goodness I’m going to be judged! And some people aren’t going to like what I’ve created. And some people aren’t going to care. And I’m not Tolstoy and I don’t have perfect grammar (case in point) and I can’t write music like Beethoven or flippin’ Ben Folds.
You know what? Who cares.
The best thing we can do is embrace the truest form of ourselves. Stop (are you listening, self?) comparing yourself to everyone around you. Learn from others and then move on. Go out and create something that didn’t exist until you made it so.
After not sleeping well last night, I found myself in an emotional slump. My attitude was negative, I (might’ve) cried into my lunch, and I made poor eye contact with the nothing-but-friendly cashier at the health food store. So many times I’ve let bad hours turn into bad days and bad nights, relinquishing any chance for seeing or experiencing beauty. I did not want today to be one of those days.
Though I can’t recall (or even find) the specific quote, I once read something about doing the “next best thing.” This particular quote was in reference to eating disorder slips, but can be easily applied to any number of good-mood-destroying events. The basic idea is that, even if you cannot always prevent something negative from happening, you can do the “next best thing,” the next positive step toward opening yourself up to what could be.
For me, today, that involved a hot shower, comfortable clothes, tea, a book and a soft blanket.
Exploring, adventuring and working hard to be the best version of myself